Lessons to Learn

Chapter Three

Justin came in from shopping with Emmet, a sigh of relief passing by his lips as he found the loft empty. He really didn`t want to have a second screaming match with Brian in one day, it was too much to deal with. Though he had brought it on himself he still didn`t understand what the big deal was for Brian to quit the random fucking he seemed to adore. He was always telling Justin he was the best fuck he`d ever had, why did he want to put up with second rate screwing? It was beyond the blonde boy so he simply up away his new clothes and spent the evening laying in their bed. Their empty...cold...lonely bed. He's probably out fucking someone as I lay here he thought to himself with anger boiling in his veins. That fucking dick-head...in more senses than one he leapt from the bed and the new clothing sitting in the closet caught his attention. "Who says he's the only one who can go and have some fun." He smirked and grabbed his cell phone. "Emmett, wanna go out dancing tonight?"

"Of course baby! I'll be right over. Give me a few to get my glitter going!" the total queen had his moment before Justin laughed and ended the call before grabbing his fitted jean, dark wash and ass hugging like no other pair he had.

All his jeans were tight but these would drive any gay man within 100 yards to notice his perfect rear. He slid them on, then walked shirtless to the closet and looked through his shirts, choosing a white, almost see through, button up shirt and left it unbuttoned for the most part. His longish hair was fanned out slightly and he looked to die for. He slipped his shoes on before grabbing his cell and wallet and walking to the living room to wait until Emmett got here. If only Brian were to see him now. He wasn't the scrawny little 17 year old he met out at the lamp post all those years ago. He was a young man, toned and slim, pale and scrumptious. He leaned on the wall and waited patiently with a smirk on his face, almost wanting his some-what boy friend to walk through the door right that second. Little did he know his secret wish would be granted.

Brian was walking up the stairwell as Justin was dressing. He came into the loft, holding a handful of flowers behind his back. He couldn't believe he was dropping so low as to give roses to the little twink. Opening the loft door he felt all thought leave as he saw the god standing in his living room. Chest revealed, hip slightly stuck to the side showing the curve of his hip. He was fantastic, perfection embodied. Playing it cool Brian walked to the counter and hid the flowers before the boy looked up and saw him. "Going somewhere?"

"Dancing with Emmett." Justin didn't even look up from his phone.

Justin felt his heart ache, the other didn't even react to how he was dressed. He got the text message that Emmett was out front. "Don't wait up. I'm sure you have plans of your own tonight." He walked towards the door only to feel a firm grip on his wrist and spin him until he was pinned to the wall.

"Just where the fuck do you think you're going without kissing me goodnight?"

"I thought our conversation today made it pretty damn clear that you get nothing." He tried to pull away from him but he had a hand on his hips to keep his still.

"Now see, I thought about it." He closed his eyes and sighed, "here I am, coming home ready to give you flowers, tell you I love you and want to be with you and you're going out without me?"

"What?" Justin was awe struck. "Brian-fucking-kinney got me flowers?"

"Roses actually..." Brain mumbled.

The blonde didn't know what to say, this was so sudden. "Why?"

"What do you mean why? I just told you."

"No..why the change. A few hours ago you bit my head off for suggesting it. Now you've got me pinned and you've changed your mind?"

Brian let him go and leaned against the column in the loft. "Look...every moment you're gone...or something stands between us I try to do anything I can to keep you. To lock you away and keep you safe from hurt...but I guess I've been the one hurting you the entire time. I mean...god dammit.." Why was it so fucking hard to be loving?

"Brian?" Justin said softly as he stepped closer. "Do you commit yourself to me? No cheating, no tricking?"

"Yes.." he whispered, feeling the others form so close.

He watched that million watt smile crawl across his lips and he tried to stop the shiver that ran down his spine. He watched Justin call Emmett and cancel their dancing night. "Sorry Em...I'm other wise...occupied.." he shut the phone off and tossed it over his shoulder to land on the couch. "Well Mr Kinney I do believe we need to make sure one more thing is clear."

"Oh? What now?"

"Prove you love me." He locked lips with his bronze Adonis, hearing the other moan into the kiss. "Fuck me..."

"Gladly..."

TBC